• Seigest@lemmy.ca
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    1 year ago

    I am on a beach, in a old lawn chair. the sand is grey. the sky is a deep dark blue. The sun has not risen. It is cold but not freezing. There is no wind.

    I am aware of the long dead remains of the other beach goers around me. But I choose not to acknowledge them. I know peace in this moment.

    I close my eyes as the sun begins to rise. Though does nothing against the blinding light. I do not see my final moment. I see nothing.

    … either that or I dream of eating a big pizza.